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how do you cope with the state of the world? hetalia veep

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Ben Gazzara

28 August 1930 – 3 February 2012

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Oh gosh, I actually had to look the movie again for this one… XD But if this is, what you want… :)

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An annoyed gran escaped the red haired man, who had been buried under his blanket up to now. Blindly he reached for the cell phone that was ringing nearby. Having made contact with it, he pulled it towards his face and squinted against the bright display only t groan once more. 

“Two am, why do people always call at two am?” he grumbled, but accepted the call nevertheless, despite not having checked who was calling. “Yes?”

“Ben? Ben is that you? Oh please tell me this is you!”

Suddenly the man’s mind was wide awake and he sat up abruptly in his warm and comfortable bed. “Kim?” he asked, despite already knowing it was her.

“Yes,” her voice was trembling and she sounded close to crying.

Ben did not know why, but he just jumped out of his bed and began rummaging through his things, trying to locate something clean to wear, while also packing his stuff. He had a feeling that something had happened and he did not want to waste a single second. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Mom and Dad… they were taken,” she sobbed, “And I barely escaped the kidnappers. Ben, you have to help me.”

“Alright, alright.” These were indeed bad news. He silently cursed Bryan, or actually the man’s damn luck to get involved with the wrong kinds of people. “Okay, listen closely. I need you to tell me where exactly you are. Are the kidnappers still there? Have you seen them and was there something… noticeable about them.”

The brunette sniffed, but had apparently caught herself again. Kim was a clever girl, she knew when she needed to be controlled and when she could allow her emotions to run free.

“We are in a hotel in Istanbul… Sam can give you all the information… he, he has them sorted. And the kidnappers aren’t here anymore. They shot somebody and left then.”

“Okay,” this was definitely something he could work with. Ben was already grabbing his packed backpack while checking his suitcase, the one with his weapons. “I am going to contact Sam now and I want you to say where you are. I will be there as soon as possible. Don’T look for me, I will find you, alright?”

“Yes,” he could not see that she was nodding. “Thank you.”

“Not for that Kimmy,” and he meant  it. 

Kim and Bryan were family and of course Lenore as well. Since their last ‘Taken’ mission - as Ben had called them - they were back in contact and had actually a good relationship again. Bryan and he had talked a lot, about feelings and thoughts and such stuff. A lot harsh words had fallen, some good insults and even a couple of tears had fallen. But in the end, they had hugged - even though it had been a little awkward - and promised to not lose contact again. They had not. It was just that Ben and Bryan sometimes had to travel and hide underground because of their jobs and missions. It was part of their lives and therefore, it COULD happen that there was no contact for day, weeks or on rare occasions even months.

“Hey, if your father contacts you, call me.”

“I will,” promised Kim and with that, did Ben end the call. He closed his suitcase with a loud click and stood up.